Sarah
Stevens experiences a bride's worst nightmare; being dumped at the altar. When
she goes on the Caribbean cruise meant to be her honeymoon in order to lick her
wounds, she discovers her ex-fiancé has sent his brother, Will Marshall, the
former best man, on the cruise as well. Everyone on board thinks they're
newlyweds, and Sarah is too embarrassed to set them straight. How is she
supposed to share a tiny cabin with a man she barely knows? Even worse, how is
she supposed to pretend that she and Will are on their honeymoon? Sarah
discovers the best man for her really is the best man.

Excerpt:

“You have a beautiful engagement ring,” Josie commented.

Sarah felt her positive resolve slip a little. She stared
at the ring, uncertain why she still wore it. Did she miss Brad that
much, or was it the idea of being married she missed?

“Thank you,” she said simply, hoping Josie would drop the
subject. Apparently, that was too much to hope for.

“Why is it you and Will don’t wear wedding bands?”

“Josie, that’s really none of our business,” Ted rebuked
gently. He took his bride’s hand and planted a tender kiss on each of her
fingers. “We talked about this, sweetie. Boundaries, remember?”

Ted’s love for Josie shone in his eyes, despite her lack of
tact. He knew all her foibles, weaknesses and plain old stupidities and
he still loved her. Sarah wondered why someone couldn’t love her like
that. She stared at her engagement ring and thought of the day Brad had
given it to her. She’d been so happy and so hopeful of a wonderful
future. But now all her plans and dreams were gone, her hopes of having a
family of her own dashed. How could he have done that to her?

The sob seemed to come from the pit of her stomach, working its
way up her body until it just burst uncontrollably out of her mouth. She
covered her mouth with her hand, shocked by the emotion as well as by the tears
flooding out of her eyes. To her surprise she found herself being drawn
into Will’s embrace. She sniffled against his shirt, embarrassing herself
further by getting his shoulder wet.

“It’s okay, Sarah,” he whispered. In a louder voice she
heard him speak to the rest of the group who had stopped in mid-chew to stare
at her.

“Sarah’s had a very difficult couple of weeks,” he began. This was it, she thought.
This was where she got outed as a fake bride. She sucked in a
breath. If he told the truth would he go to jail? Would she?

“We don’t have any rings because a few days before the wedding
the jewelry store where we purchased our rings burned to the ground. Our
rings were lost and Sarah was devastated. As you can see, she’s still
emotional about it.”

Sarah sniffed against Will’s shoulder. What?

“Oh Sarah, how awful for you!” Josie said.

“But that’s not everything,” Will continued, his voice taking on
a serious note. Sarah stopped sniveling to listen to what he’d say
next. “The wedding dress she’d ordered was lost in transit. She had
to wear a dress off the rack.”

Josie took in a sharp breath. “No!”

“But the last straw came when a pipe broke at the hall where our
reception was going to be held and the place was flooded. We had to
cancel.”

Again, more ohhs and ahhs sounded around the table. Where
did he come up with these crazy stories?

Everyone raised his or her glass in a toast. As Sarah wiped her
eyes, Will made a toast of his own. “To Sarah. Nothing but blue skies from now
on.” He took a drink from his glass, his blue eyes full of compassion, with a
hint of humor twinkling under the surface.

Sarah picked up her wineglass. How had he done that? She knew
Will’s stories were more about saving his butt than protecting her from
humiliation, but still, she’d rather be thought of as the girl whose wedding
blew up then the girl who got dumped at the altar. For that she was grateful.

And how had he made her feel so safe and comforted in his arms?
She shivered a little, remembering the gentle touch of his hand sliding up and
down her back. For that she was less grateful. She was confused enough already
about her feelings.

Sarah reluctantly tipped her glass to Will. “To blue skies.”

My Review: 4 1/2 stars
This book started off pretty sad for the characters. I really liked Sarah and her spunk. She leaves on her not-honeymoon nursing what she thinks is a broken heart, but what I think is embarrassment. Then she finds out she's sharing her cabin with her ex-fiance's brother, and things just go from there. This was an entertaining, pretty light-hearted story, with only a few things that got in the way of those feelings. Sarah and Will have to pretend they're newlyweds, and one thing leads to another. I really liked Sarah and Will together. He brought out her playfulness and brought her out of her sell and self-induced isolation. He was good for her, just as she was good for Will. A lot of things happen and Will leaves Sarah believing that his brother and Sarah are getting back together, and he shouldn't stand in the way of that. I'm telling you, communication, people. Maybe he should have asked Sarah what she wanted instead of just assuming. At the end, Sarah is once again left alone to try and figure things out. She does just that, and makes up her mind to fight for what she wants, the only problem is she doesn't know where to find her guy or if he wants her too.

Eight
years ago Tony left Olivia at the altar. He was sure she didn't really want to
marry him. Now he's back, and they're forced to work together.

Coming
home isn't easy for Tony, because his father wanted him to work at a trade
instead of going off to college. Their relationship is still unsteady. Even
before Tony's return, Olivia began questioning the depth of her love for her
fiancé, a man she chose because he was safe and reliable. Yet the last thing
she wants is a loveless, faithless marriage like the one her parents suffered
through.

When
Tony, who never stopped loving her, insists her fiancé is the wrong man for
her, Olivia sets out to prove him wrong. But the sexual chemistry between them
is still strong, and so are her feelings for him. Even so, how can she break
her engagement, hurt her fiancé as she was once hurt? And how can she trust
Tony not to abandon her as he did before?

If anyone
does the jilting this time, she will.

Excerpt:

She was going to faint. Or throw up. Or trip over her
dress. Perhaps all three, possibly at the same time.

Olivia Taylor’s legs trembled as she walked up the
aisle of the church on her father’s arm, a smile frozen on her face. Was she
out of her mind? She was barely twenty years old. What did she know about
marriage?

Olivia amended that thought. In the past few weeks
she’d learned more about marriage than she cared to know. She stole a glance at
her father, so tall and distinguished, his smile confident and relaxed, as if
he didn’t have a care in the world. Olivia shuddered, her limbs shaking with
anger. How could he act as if nothing had happened? How could he pretend
nothing had changed?

Everything had changed.

Tony stood at the altar looking handsome in his rented
tux. Her heart lightened. Her beautiful, wonderful fiancé. She loved Tony
DiPietro with all her heart. He was smart, funny, kind, and his touch sent her
hormones into overdrive. Tony was everything a potential husband should be.

But did she want to marry him?

Her bouquet quivered in her hand. Where had that
thought come from? Of course she wanted to marry Tony. She loved him and
she knew he loved her.

But was love enough?

She wanted to scream at the little voice in her head
to shut up. She forced her smile to shine a little brighter.

Olivia and her father reached the front of the church
and her father handed her over to Tony. Tony’s hands were cold and clammy, and
she noticed a bead of sweat on his brow. He managed a smile for her and she beamed
back at him. Her mother’s voice played in her brain. “Nobody needs to know your
world is falling apart.” Olivia felt her smile dim a little.

The minister began the marriage liturgy in a loud,
monotone voice, droning on about loving and obeying, forever and ever, Amen.
Soon they came to the part where the vows were to be said. Tony and Liv faced
each other while the minister recited the vows. Tony repeated the words after
him.

“I, Anthony James DiPietro, take you, Olivia Jane
Taylor, to be my lawful wedded wife, from this day forward, till death do us
part.”

The impact of the words hit Olivia. They were
promising to love each other for the rest of their lives. How could anyone make
a promise like that? How could she possibly know at twenty how she would feel
at forty?

She swallowed and closed her eyes for a moment,
thrusting the thought from her mind. All she knew was that she loved Tony.
They’d have to figure out this marriage thing as they went along.

Like her parents figured it out?

Something inside Olivia snapped, like an elastic band
reaching its breaking point.

What if she and Tony didn’t make it?

The minister continued the liturgy. “Olivia, repeat
after me, ‘I, Olivia Jane Taylor—”

“I can’t marry you.”

My Review: 4 1/2 stars

This was a good story about love redeemed. Eight years ago Tony left Olivia at the altar because of something he saw at the time, but didn't understand. Now, they're in a work situation that's a bit tense because of the feelings that have never been resolved between them. Yeah, Olivia is engaged, but she's not in love. After a few things happen and Tony gets some info about Olivia's fiance, Stuart, Tony announces to Olivia that he has every intention of winning her back. Olivia, has to find out what's happening with her fiance, since he up and left suddenly and isn't returning her calls and doesn't want her to visit. There are a lot of things said and a lot of things done. I loved that Tony realized that he still loved Olivia and that he wanted her back. I was even more glad when they actually sat down and talked about what had happened back then and what was happening now. Olivia and Stuart get things straightened out between them. There still is a wedding date, the question is who is the groom going to be and will the bride even show after a miscommunication between Olivia and the groom?

Dani
Dipietro has always considered herself an ugly duckling in a family of swans.
She's the bridesmaid her friends count on, but never the woman any man wants
for his bride. So she plays the funny girl and guards her emotions, and her
secrets, closely.

When Zach
Morrison was dumped at his wedding, Dani was there to help him through the
humiliation. A year later they meet again and once more Zach needs her help. To
fend off the unwanted attentions of his former fiancé, he asks Dani to pretend
to be his girlfriend. They play their roles a little too well, and make believe
turns into reality. But their relationship comes crashing down around them when
Zach's trust issues cause him to accuse Dani of cheating. Telling the truth
means Dani will betray a friend, something she will never do. But keeping her
secrets means she may be destined to remain a bridesmaid forever.

Her heart cried for him. Zach was a good guy. He didn't deserve
the humiliation Chantal had heaped on him. She wanted to tell him how badly she
felt for him, wanted to let him know that she would gladly listen if he felt
like talking. But their relationship had always been superficial, one that didn't
include intimate heart to heart conversations. Offering sympathy would only
embarrass him more.

So she'd do what she did best. She'd make him laugh.

"I realize you've had a bad day, but hey, look at me. I got
squeezed into a dress that makes me look like an overstuffed Barbie doll. My
shoes are killing me, and then to top it all off, the dress from Hell splits
across my ass so the whole world can see my underwear."

One corner of Zach's mouth quirked in a brief grin. "Yeah,
you've got it all over me. I've only been cheated on and humiliated on my
wedding day. For the record, the whole world didn't see your underwear, just
me."

She did her best to keep a straight face. "I happen to take
my semi-nakedness seriously, even if there's only one person to witness it."

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that did funny things to her
insides. But despite his laughter, his blue eyes were full of pain. Dani wished
there was something more she could do for him.

"Thanks for the loan of the jacket," she said. "Can
I hang on to it for a while?"

"Of course. Thank you for providing a diversion."

"Always glad to provide comic relief." She sneered at
the neon pink satin spilling out from beneath the tuxedo jacket, while lifting
the fabric and dropping it in disgust. "It wasn't a much of a stretch,
seeing how I was already dressed like a pink clown."

Zach's lips twitched. "It's certainly an interesting color."

"Please. This pink is bright enough to be visible from space."

He laughed out loud, and she was struck by the warmth of his
smile. Once upon a time, she'd had a secret little crush on him. He was way out
her league and had been devoted to Chantal, but what red-blooded woman wouldn't
lust after a man as handsome as Zach just a little bit, in the privacy of her
bedroom?

"The best thing about this dress is that someone else paid
for it." Dani was saving her money for something special and nothing was
going to stand in her way. "Chantal said she wanted the bridesmaid dresses
to make a statement. In my case, the statement was, 'Get a different dress.'"

Hearing his fiancée's name instantly wiped the smile from his
face. "She shouldn't have made you wear a dress you felt so uncomfortable
in. Don't be so hard on yourself, Daphne."

Her heart fell. "Actually, it's Daniella, Daniella DiPietro.
Everyone calls me Dani." She knew this was probably the longest
conversation they'd had in their acquaintance, but it still hurt that he didn't
remember her name.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Of course I know your
name. I don't know what's the matter with me. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You've had a hell of a day. Not as bad as mine of
course, but still lousy. It's not a big deal."

"It's a big deal to me. I'm really sorry."

Dani brushed aside his apology with a wave of her hand, trying not
to let her disappointment show. She wasn't the kind of woman men remembered.
Men remembered women like Chantal, beautiful, tall, slim blondes, with cute
little turned up noses. Not short, dark, pudgy women with prominent Italian
beaks.

"I should go. Your mother and Camp are waiting for me in the
limo. Would you like a ride home with us?"

Zach shook his head. "Thanks, but I think I want to be alone
for a while longer. Please tell my mom I'm fine."

"I will," she said. "Can I ask you to do one more
favor for me? I promised your mother I'd bring her purse to her, and we both
know what'll happen if try to crawl under there again." She pointed to the
little beaded bag on the floor beneath the pew.

"Of course." He bent to retrieve it, giving her a
close-up and personal view of his gorgeous, tight butt. She swallowed and
looked away.

Zach straightened and handed her the bag. "There you go."

"Thank you. How do I get the jacket back to you?"

"Just drop it off at the rental place." He told her the
address.

"Okay, I'll do that. Well, I have to go home now and burn
this dress. Goodbye Zach."

"Goodbye, Daniella."

It surprised her that he called by her full given name. She
blinked and looked into his face. The desolation she saw felt like a punch in
the gut. He'd obviously loved Chantal and she'd hurt him deeply. Without
thinking, she laid her hand on his arm.

"It's going to be all right."

He placed his hand over hers. Closing his eyes for a brief moment,
he took a deep breath. I know. I just…"

Wanting nothing more than to comfort, she wrapped her arms around
his waist in a hug. He held her tightly, pulling her against him and burying
his face in her neck. Dani inhaled the intoxicating scent of spicy aftershave
laced with underlying notes of warm, clean male. How could Chantal treat a
wonderful man like Zach this way?

She gently pulled away, keeping him at arm's length. "You're
going to get past this, Zach."

"It doesn't feel like it right now."

"I know, but someday, when you're old and grey, you'll be
sitting on the front porch with your wonderful wife of fifty years, and you'll
say 'Thank Heaven Chantal cheated on me or I never would have met you.'"

He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "Fifty
years, eh?"

"Trust me."

Some lucky girl would snap Zach up in a minute, and if she was
smart, she'd shower him with the love and consideration he deserved.

Some lucky
girl, but not me.

Reluctantly, she took a step back. He squeezed her fingers before
letting her go. With her heart pounding in her chest, and regret nipping at her
heels, she hurried from the church.

Before she did something stupid, like kiss the jilted groom.

My Review: 4 1/2 stars
Damn, I felt so badly for Dani. She is such a great person, and always looking out for others. She had such a poor self body image, and some of her "friends" were all about maintaining that poor image for her. Made me want to slap someone. Big bullies is what they were. I also felt badly for Zach from the beginning. Being left at the altar is going to leave you with some trust and commitment issues. I think by the time he had met Dani again, he would have gotten over some of that. I just couldn't believe what he asked her to help him with, then wouldn't take her word for something. His loss, and boy did he find that out the hard way. Now he's got to find out how to make Dani trust him again, because he finally realized he can't live without her.

What a great series Jana wrote. It may not be all about conventional love, or things starting out in the best way. The thing is the books all ended in the best ways. I loved the same characters being in the books, mostly background until their own book, but it all worked out fine. I have a hard time deciding which of the three books is my favorite because they're all very well done, so I'm not going to decide. I'm just going to enjoy them all.

About the Author :

When Jana
Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had
to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end
with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do.
Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes
contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World
War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for
fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the
paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE
finalist.

In her
life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two
grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga,
movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and
her husband live in Winnipeg with their Pug/Terrier cross Lou and several
unnamed goldfish. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her
website at www.janarichards.com

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Rachel Dennehy had a crazy thought. If she could just start over somewhere else, she could forget about her sad and tragic past and all the ghosts that chased her. When an email landed in her inbox, to tutor a difficult student whose father just happened to be the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the nation, the apple was a bit too enticing for Rachel to refuse. She moves from Texas to Beverly Hills, where she is tasked with turning around her wealthy pupil’s bad attitude. It is a bad attitude that stems almost entirely from his parents’ ugly divorce and even uglier custody battle.
That her new boss Andrew, or Drew, Fullerton is one of the handsomest and most eligible bachelors in the world means nothing to Rachel. She has absolutely no plans to ever marry or have kids of her own. Her priority is teaching nine-year-old Jonathan, who needs her guidance and her direction and... most importantly... her friendship.
Drew’s brother, Alex, however, assumes otherwise. He basically accuses her of being a gold-digging opportunist upon their first meeting. This sets the two immediately at odds, though they both have young Jonathan’s best interest at heart. Alex believes that Rachel is a “ringer,” a wholesome alternative to edge Jonathan’s socialite mother out of the running for custody, since she left Drew after her own salacious affair with a younger man. He wastes no time in telling Rachel that as long as she stays in her job, she will keep Jonathan from his real mother, and that is the driving force behind Drew's interest.
Unfortunately the more he tries to warn her away from Drew, the closer he ultimately propels her toward her charming boss. Drew never questions her motivation or her presence because Jonathan thrives under her tutelage, and Drew is beguiled by her no-nonsense attitude that challenges him from the start.
Rachel navigates these choppy waters solely to protect Jonathan. She sees the adults in the family as self-serving; most of whom are far more interested in hurting each other than taking care of this fragile, vulnerable boy. Her heart traps her into this sticky web, despite her own history of loss and betrayal. How long will she last? More importantly, what will she be required to give to save these Fullerton men who continually tug her in three different directions?
The saga begins with the first book, titled “Enticed,” due to release in early 2014. Author Ginger Voight returns to the dream-making landscape of Los Angeles, in a new tale that throws back the curtain on the dangerous power, appeal and excess of the privileged. Only by the time this tale is done, one principle character will pay the ultimate price as they all race toward that elusive happily ever after.

Excerpt:

“I
think you misunderstood exactly what kind of tutor I was seeking for my son. He
is going to be a titan in business, following four generations of Fullertons
before him. He needs to be prepared. You’ll forgive me if I don’t think
measuring ingredients and shopping at the market qualify as the higher
education for which I’m paying very good money.”

I
placed the fork on the plate, my appetite totally obliterated. “You wanted me
to teach your son, and I have done that. More importantly, I’ve reached him. He
knows he can trust me, especially after I shielded him from that family debacle
yesterday. This morning I gave Jonathan three different tests. In math, he was
tested on fractions and word problems. The skills he learned with a simple
cooking lesson or quick trip to the store helped him score in the 99th
percentile testing at near seventh-grade levels. Likewise on the history essay,
in which he researched and wrote a thousand-word document on the Greystone
Mansion and Park where we walked and explored, which – if I’m not mistaken –
qualifies under your physical fitness requirement. I also tested him on the
book he’s been reading for pleasure, with a questionnaire that helped him think
critically about the material he was reading simply for the joy of it, giving
him several key vocabulary words to note as he read along. It is a book that
has been in my own curriculum for years, and I’m confident at least one student
who reads it will go on and get an Ivy League education.”

His
jaw clenched as he realized what I had done. I had taken Jonathan from a stale,
unchallenging classroom environment with endless tests and bookwork, which had
been crippling his curious and playful nature. By putting him in an entirely
foreign setting, he learned how to do the things Drew wanted him to do, right
down to the budgeting skills at the market, but in new ways that would
naturally keep him more engaged than the boring ol’ status quo. And Jonathan
had never even realized what I had done until I had quizzed him on it.

My
green eyes glittered just as hard as Drew’s icy blue ones. “You may question my
methods, Mr. Fullerton, but my results are indisputable. Considering I did all
this in two days, even playing go-between between you and your ex-wife and your
pain-in-the-ass brother, I’d say I’ve done a hell of a lot more than the
previous tutors you have hired to do this job, with exceptional results.”

Normally
I wouldn’t have cursed at an employer. But his elitist attitude really pissed
me off. Did he really believe his son was too good to wash a dish or cook a
meal, as if these mundane tasks held no value for such powerful, wealthy
people? And if that was true, how did he regard anyone who had the misfortune
of being born average? Did he think we were all beneath him, simply because we
had no one to treat us like gods? The Texan was coming out, and he was either
going to prove he could deal with that or he was going to send me home anyway.
I had nothing to lose. In fact, the only one who had anything at all at stake
was Jonathan.

“Now,
if you don’t approve of my more unconventional methods, then you can gas up the
jet and send me home tonight. But I’m willing to bet that you won’t find anyone
else who can reach Jonathan the way that I have done. I have a connection with
him. That was what you wanted. That is what you got.” I grabbed a glass of ice
water and gulped it down. “Do with that what you will.”

Before
he could reply, Jonathan raced back into the room, wearing a new jade green
kimono, and holding the entire box set of his favorite Anime program. “Thanks,
Dad!” he said as he rushed to hug his father. “Let’s watch it together,” he
pleaded hopefully.

I
used that opportunity to slide my chair back and rise from the table. “I think
I’ll retire for the evening. Let you two catch up.”

Jonathan
was crestfallen. “No, Rachel,” he said with a plaintive whine in his voice.
“Please don’t go. You haven’t even had any pudding.”

“Pudding?”
Drew echoed.

Jonathan
nodded. “She made homemade Southern banana pudding.”

I
shook my head. “You enjoy it. I’m stuffed,” I lied easily. “The dinner was
excellent, Jonathan. You did a great job.” I turned to Drew. “It was very nice
meeting you, Mr. Fullerton. I trust you’ll think about what I said and let me
know if there has been any change in plans.”

Jonathan
was panicked as he looked between his father and me. “Change of plans? You’re
not leaving, are you, Rachel?”

“No
decisions have been made,” Drew filled in before I could speak. “Why don’t you
go get us some pudding, Jonathan? That sounds delicious.”

Jonathan
nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. Drew rose to his feet and walked
around the table to face me. “Obviously I’m not used to being spoken to in such
a way in my own home,” he said, his voice hard but quiet. “But obviously I
offended you. I apologize.” He offered his hand.

It
was a gesture of civility, but his eyes were still lethal as they stared down
at me. My hand shook as I placed it in his. His fingers closed around mine
powerfully as he pulled me closer. I gasped as I stopped short mere inches from
that massive chest. I hadn’t been this close to a man in many years, much less
a man as intimidating. I was certain that he could feel the tremble in my grasp
when my eyes shot to his. His face broke apart in a victorious smile. “Start
over?” he asked softly. “Rachel?”

I
gulped hard. I should have told him to gas up the jet anyway and just leave
Beverly Hills in my daydreams where it belonged. Had Jonathan not been a
factor, I probably would have done just that. But he was very much a factor, so
I owed it to him to make inroads with Drew, who now had five days to prove to
me that I could work for him. He had to trust me and my methods, and respect
the job that I was hired to do. So I tipped my chin again and said in as steady
a voice as I could muster, “You’re the boss,” I said, adding, “Mr. Fullerton,”
defiantly.

My Review: 5 stars

This book just blew me away. There are some deceitful people in the world, and damn if some of them aren't in this book. I was blown away by how effortless it was to read this book. How easy it was to care about Jonathan and Rachel. Jonathan is the boy Rachel has been hired to tutor. Rachel is a tell it like it is girl, and I really like that about her. From the beginning, she said that her main reason for being there was for Jonathan. She really, truly meant that. I can't believe the manipulations and just flat out meanness of these people. Drew is Jonathan's dad, and Rachel's boss. Alex is Drew's brother, and Jonathan's uncle. Both Alex and Drew seem to have made their intentions clear, but then there's that twist, and everything goes sideways. The only real grownup in this book seems to be Rachel and she is torn herself. Both Alex and Drew have their own agendas and somehow Rachel gets drawn into that. This is the first book that I've read by Ginger and I'm gonna say it's not going to be the last. She's a very talented writer. Her characters draw you into their lives and you can't help but feel for them. The title of the book series actually scares me, to be truthful. Sagas never have happy endings. I'm hoping that this one is different, but just from reading the first book, which is excellent, I'm not sure that can happen. But I'm crossing my fingers. I loved how the story line flowed, and that she didn't shy away from difficult situations. I really enjoyed this book and am very much looking forward to the next one in anticipation.

Ginger Voight is prolific author, freelance writer and optioned screenwriter. Her fiction is diverse, with novels like the edgy, coming-of-age drama DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS, and the fun family adventure for kids of all ages, COMIC SQUAD.
Having grown up reading different authors like Danielle Steel and Stephen King, Ginger has always been drawn more to story than to genre. This shows up in her various stories. Titles such as MY IMMORTAL and TASTE OF BLOOD are a delicious, heady mix of horror, suspense, and romance.
Genre romance, however, has held a special place in her heart, ever since she read her first Harlequin novel when she was only eleven. As a result, Ginger is making a name for herself writing romances of her own, starring women who look more like the average American woman rather than those traditionally represented in the size-biased American media. Her Rubenesque romances were created especially for those heroines with fuller figures, who can still get the man of their dreams if only they believe they can. Such titles include UNDER TEXAS SKIES, LOVE PLUS ONE, THE GROUPIE TRILOGY, THE FIERCE TRILOGY and PICTURE POSTCARDS.
Ginger was included in the best-selling book by Smith Magazine NOT QUITE WHAT I WAS PLANNING, featuring her six-word memoir.

She’s his best play yet … ROXANNE DEEDS thinks she’s far enough away from her past that her demons can’t come back to haunt her. With only one year left of college, everything looks like it’s falling into place—until Southern Arkansas University’s drool-worthy football running back crashes into her with no intention of letting go. WESTON GARRISON knows two things in life. Sex and football. And he doesn’t plan on changing anytime soon—until he tears his hamstring a week before his first game, and his trainer is the one woman that he can’t seem to get enough of. When Roxy’s past catches up to them, will their love be enough to save them both?

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Excerpt

My fingers curl around the knob and I open it an inch. A soft sigh
escapes my lips. Weston. “What are you doin’ here?”

Weston runs his fingers through his hair and kicks the
door open with his good foot. Both arms cross over his chest as he leans
against the doorjamb. “That depends on if you let me in or not.”

Why is he here? Heat swarms my cheeks remembering
everything we just done in that bathroom. Could he embarrass me anymore?
“Why would I let you inside? It’s in the middle of the night.” I give him a
good once over. “And you’re drunk.”

He reaches down and digs into his front pocket. He
pulls out my cellphone and dangles it in front of my face by two fingers. “This
is the reason you’d let me inside.”

What? I slap my palms against my pajama shorts and
realize I really don’t have my phone. Dammit. Weston hums underneath his
breath as he brings my phone closer to his face. “Looks like someone has a new
text message.”

“Give it back, Weston.”

The edge of his mouth pulls up slightly. “Let
me inside and I will.”

“Why? What’s in here that isn’t out there?”

Something passes over his face that I can’t
pinpoint. “Let me inside, Roxanne.”

I felt that in-between my legs. That word
slipping from that mouth is more than I can take. Keeping my eyes on his, I
take a step backwards while opening the door wider for him. Something
appetizingly wicked heats in those brown eyes.

With the help of one crutch, he wobbles forward. I watch
as he shuts the door and locks it behind him. His gaze rolls over my small
apartment and then back to me.

Taking his bottom lip in-between his teeth he places one
arm against the wall. “Is he here?”

A stern grip cups my hip and guides me until I’m pressed
against the wall. A strong wisp of alcohol heats my face. He’s definitely been
drinking but for some reason he doesn’t seem too drunk. “Don’t play with me,”
he whispers against my mouth. Is Blake here?”

Blake? Why would Blake be here? “Weston you’re
clearly drunk–“

A groan slips from his clenched teeth and he presses his hand tighter
around my hip. “Is he here?”

There is a demanding tone in his voice that makes a side
of me quiver. “No.”

My thighs turn to goop. If he wasn’t pressing
himself against me I’d probably fall. “No,” I whimper out.

Lowering his mouth to my ear, he breathes in. “Did he
kiss you?”

I bite my lip and close my eyes. I’m burning up …
everywhere. A hard weight is pressing against my lower stomach and it is slowly
eating me alive. I don’t lie. And it’s mostly because I want to see his
reaction. This aggressiveness is searing underneath my skin. I want it.
“Yes, what’s it to you?”

There is a few short moments of silence. All I hear is
his harsh breathing against my ear. Then he laughs. It’s a low chuckle that sets
that fire ablaze inside of me. The hand on my hip lowers to cup my ass and the
other slides up my throat to gently grip my neck. “You like him, Roxanne? You
like the way he talks to you? The way he touches you?”

Anger rushes my throat and a painful lump beings to grow.
Tilting my chin upward, I stare up at him. Those brown eyes bore into me and
then lowering toward my lips. “Yes.”

Something wild darkens his eyes. He laughs beneath his
breathe and presses the palm of his thumb against my bottom lip. “Does he touch
you like this?” he whispers against my mouth. He squeezes my ass and presses me
harder into him. And I feel exactly how excited he is pressed firmly
against my stomach.

The truth is no one has ever made me feel this alive.
Hormones that I haven’t felt in years are raging inside of me. “Answer me,” he
hisses through his teeth.

He watches me through hooded eyes while he drags the tip
of his finger to the drop in the front of my shirt. Arching my back, I press my
chest against him. My tender nipples rub against his hard chest and it makes my
head dizzy. “I’m goin’ to show you how you’re supposed to feel when you kiss.”

God, I can’t think straight. Every atom in me is
driving me toward him. Begging me to strip him out of those clothes and let him
have his way with me. But everything is spinning in my mind. Ryan and Maddox.
Weston’s reputation. One night wouldn’t hurt though, right? Just one night.But would one night be enough? Weston’s lips are hovering over mine as
if he’s waiting on me to kiss him. To make the first move. I can already tell
that there is no way one night will be enough. Those large hands. That full
mouth. Tattoos and muscles. Can anyone say no to him?

About the Author

Alla Kar is from the Deep South. She lives there with her husband, feisty Chihuahua and Pit-bull puppy. She loves YouTube, Hulu, alpha males, southern gentlemen and everything new adult.